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Quentin Smith, 23

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[princess_of_ida]

You'd think otherwise if my sister was still here. She got the looks; I got the brains.

[Removed from Coronabeth's presence, Ianthe was conventionally pretty. She'd just spent her whole life being 'less than' Corona in everything except necromancy.]

Besides, the arm tends to put people off. And the unified front is that of the Empire. The four of us have our various differences of opinions but do stand together.

[For now.]

[pharmacy]

Four of you. Here? In the town?

[princess_of_ida]

Yes. It does seem a lot considering how varied the rest are, but at least we're not alone like some are.

[pharmacy]

Lucky. You're--lucky, I wish--

[ Maybe where they came from was better than this. Maybe they aren't lucky. But if he could bring people here from the Fog... ]

I have one, too. He's living out in the woods like a freak, but I'm glad he's here with me.

[princess_of_ida]

[Lucky was not the word Ianthe would use aside from being lucky it was this particular combination of people and not others.]

I sincerely don't understand why anyone would live out there. Yes, this village is practically ancient and there's no technology, but it's still better than sleeping on dirt and leaves, checking to make sure none of the spiders have made their way into your lean-to.

[pharmacy]

Listen, from your mouth to his ears. Keep an out for him--Dwight. Probably like--six foot? Skinny, glasses, vibes like a shelter dog with a gun... 

[princess_of_ida]

I really want to say I understand what you mean by the shelter dog with a gun vibe, but I'm from space and that combination of words is not creating a coherent image to me. Some of what I'm imagining is pretty fucking funny.